The rabbits, beheaded and skinned, neither cried nor struggled. One snow-white carcass surfaced and vanished in the boiling water, carrying the fragrance of scallions and sauce. The other was roasting over the fire until golden and crisp, enough to make anyone drool just looking at it.
"Come have a taste. I'm quite good at this."
Having stewed a pot of rabbit soup and grilled rabbit meat, Fang Zheng was clearly overflowing with accomplishment.
He had always enjoyed cooking. He still remembered how, when he was little and visiting his grandmother in the countryside, Fang Zheng had loved killing chickens most of all. He would pin down the desperately struggling chicken, hang it upside down, and slit its throat with a knife. Watching the blood stream from the wound, feeling the signs of life in his hands gradually fade away, then tossing the lifeless body into boiling water to scald off the feathers, cutting open its belly, digging out the organs, separating bone from meat, and then putting it into a pot to boil, stew, stir-fry, or roast, until it finally became plates of delicious food...
That feeling had been incredibly satisfying.
Back then, every summer and winter break, Fang Zheng would go to the countryside to help his grandmother kill chickens, sheep, geese, and even cut into cows and pigs. He had enjoyed it immensely.
After all, there were no executioners in this day and age. This was the only legal way to end a life.
Unfortunately, his mother later said that work like that was bad for maintaining his fingers and would affect his performances, so Fang Zheng had no choice but to give it up regretfully. Otherwise, becoming a pig butcher after graduating from university would have been a fine choice too.
Unfortunately, everything in big cities was